Too polite
An Iida Tenya x reader fic.
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You woke up with tears all over your face and an aching lump in your throat. You were still sobbing but you couldn’t remember the dream that had gotten you so worked up. You stood suddenly, the blankets puddling on the floor and your reached out to the handle to leave your room.
You didn’t have pants on but that was the last thing on your mind. You wanted to go be cuddled by Iida but you didn’t want to bother him at two in the morning. He needed his sleep.
You took the stairs down to the common room and padded into the kitchen. You pulled out a decent snack and plopped yourself onto a barstool.
It was the frigid temperatures of the room that made you realize you forgot to put on pants. You blushed in embarrassment, thankful no one was there. The creaking of the stairs made you curse. You tried your best to hide in the shadows when none other than Iida walked in holding a blue water bottle in hand.
He yawned and scratched at the stubble that he needed to shave off. The water bottle filling was the only noise filling the room.
You sniffed when another sob tried to pull itself from your body and Iida turned his head to you very quickly.
“Why are you awake, my love?” His words made you step out of your hiding spot and leap into his chest. You fisted his shirt between your fingers and cried into his shoulder.
“I had a bad dream.” You sobbed.
He silently rubbed your back and ran his fingers through your hair after he put his water bottle down.
“It’s alright honey. It’s okay. Can you tell me about the nightmare?” He asked soothingly as he walked you to the couch.
Iida sat down and pulled you into him. “I don’t remember the dream! I just know it was bad.”
He rubbed your back up and down then stiffened. “My love? Why are you not wearing any pants.” He was looking straight ahead, but still rubbing your back.
“I don’t wear pants when I sleep.” You giggled through the sobs, twirling a finger in his hair.
He covered his mouth and cleared his throat. You could see he was blushing. “Sorry. I’ll go back to bed.”
Your tears had finally stopped but the thought of Iida being so repulsed by your body that you physically had to remove yourself from the room made new tears return.
Your “boyfriend” didn’t follow you, or stop you to apologize so you left. You walked up the stairs to your dorm like lead was laced to your shoes. At the top step, your feet would no longer move. So you sat on it.
Alone.
“I can’t date a fat girl, sorry.”
“Actually I’m more into fit people, you’re a pig.”
“Leave me alone, fatass. I don’t want your stupid valentine.”
Words former crushes had once said filled your head. You were finally falling asleep but it was a way to escape reality, not to rest.
After the people you had confessed to said that, it was really difficult to love again. Each time you got a new crush, you pushed in the back of your mind. Like driving a car; there is always that one water bottle that’s in the way when you shift gears so you throw it in the backseat, but soon you’re thirsty and you grab the water bottle that’s only halfway filled. When you drink it, it fills completely with water.
The more you shoved it away, the more you craved a drink knowing it wasn’t there to fill you.
Every time you looked at Iida, you were filling the water bottle. After a long time, it got too full.
Iida was the only person that had excepted your invitation to a date, but now you knew he was just being polite.
He’s so polite.
You needed to wake up. Wake up.
Wake up!
“Wake up!” You jolted forward. Iida was shaking you gently, his eyes soft.
He wiped the tears off your face and lifted you easily from your seat.
“My love, it’s alright. I’m sorry, I stopped functioning for a bit there.” He held you close to him and carried you to your room.
“Do you think I’m a fatass?”
Iida gasped, offended at the words. “No! You are perfect! Your weight helps your quirk, and it makes you more powerful. And… I love it.” He hugged you to his chest and opened your room door.
“I love you, but I love the way your stomach has rolls like that. How your hips indent into love handles, how your neck is soft enough that when I bite it,” he nibbled behind your ear, “I can see the mark I left on you easily. I am proud to consider you my girlfriend, and hopefully someday, my wife.” You nuzzled into him. He was too sweet.
He was too kind.
He was too polite.
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